4th & Downs lyrics

[Chorus]
Ayy, micro Drac', that b*tch too loud
If we catch a opp, no hesitation, dump him down
I got a button on my Glock, I hit it once, it switch the crowd
And ain't no blickin' out no V, on every drill, we gettin' out
b*tch, I'm pourin' clean, I'm sippin' Wock' by the ounce
Told the b*tch up off the rip, "Ain't suckin' di*k, you gotta bounce"
Lost some n*ggas in that field, on Luther King, b*tch, we wear crowns
Caught a opp n*gga down bad, he up in trouble like fourth and downs

[Verse 1]
Uh, we gon' spin his block, Ferris wheel, ridin' 'round, uh
We got all these glizzies on us just to ride around, uh
Growin' up in the trenches, I got taught to make no sound, uh
Beezy and 4Buddy, we smoke they dead ass out the pound, uh

[Interlude]
Ayy
Yeah, yeah, all that
Smoke they dead ass out the pound, man
Know what the f*ck goin' on, man, yeah, dead loc
Long live Scoom
Yeah, let's do it, go

[Verse 2]
Ayy, n*gga
Ceilin' fan, b*tch we spinnin', uh
All these n*ggas claim they fightin' demons, b*tch, we gremlins, uh
All your n*ggas ask for you to slide, but you wasn't with it, uh
That paper, I'ma get it, put KD on my fitted, uh
[Chorus]
Ayy, micro Drac', that b*tch too loud
If we catch a opp, no hesitation, dump him down
I got a button on my Glock, I hit it once, it switch the crowd
And ain't no blickin' out no V, on every drill, we gettin' out
b*tch, I'm pourin' clean, I'm sippin' Wock' by the ounce
Told the b*tch up off the rip, "Ain't suckin' di*k, you gotta bounce"
Lost some n*ggas in that field, on Luther King, b*tch, we wear crowns
Caught a opp n*gga down bad, he up in trouble like fourth and downs

[Outro]
He up in trouble, go
I'm ridin' 'round, go
Just to ride around, go
I got taught to make no sound, yeah
We smoke they dead ass out the pound